Soughing her
By night on my bed
I sought her
whom my soul loveth:
I sought her, but I found her not.
I will rise now
Go about the blocks
In the broad ways, I will seek her
whom my soul loveth:
I sought her, but I found her not.
The watchers that go about the city
to whom I said,
“I need to find her, whom my soul loveth”
It was a while I passed from them,
Time have me found her, whom my soul loveth:
I held her, she was safe, loveth of me
I brought her to my mother house,
Into chamber of me conceive.
I charge her, O beautiful soul I loveth
by the roses, by the doves laying
I will stir not up,
nor awake my loveth of soul,
as she please.
What cometh?
More erection for whom my soul loveth
like layers of heavy waterfall
removing this perfumed of my fav
mind thinking more pleasure.
She Behold the bed head,
a force from behind was the feel;
explosion now for both souls
feeling like the valiant of Buntworld.
Let them hold negative thoughts
They’re expert in another world:
Everyone in radius understood, what unfold
Our bodies didn’t fear the night.
Then I use words to comfort her.
Go forth, whom my soul loveth,
the crown is sitting
this day of espousals, my soul loveth
The feel I get for whom my soul loveth
Enjoying the rewards and pleasures
A relax mind, after Soughing her
The End